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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.