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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.