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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.