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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.