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 Brazil and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
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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.