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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.