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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.