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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.