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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.