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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.