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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.