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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.