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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Television,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.