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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.