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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Can,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.