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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.