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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Little Man,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.