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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.