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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.