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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.