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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.