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 Moldova and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.