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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.