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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.