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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
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.