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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Sparks,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.