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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.