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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Nas,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.