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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.