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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.