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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.