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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.