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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.