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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.