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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.