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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Germs,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.