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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.