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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.