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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.