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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.