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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.