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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.