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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.