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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.