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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.