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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Franke,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Nico,
The Move,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.