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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Association 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.