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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Gong,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.