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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.