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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.