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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Pagans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.