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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.