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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.