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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.