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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.