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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
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.