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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.