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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.