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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Nas,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.