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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Faust,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.