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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Kas Product,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.