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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.