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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.