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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Can,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.