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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Flipper,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.