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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.