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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
JFA,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.