Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.