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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.