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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.