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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.