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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Names to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.