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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Can,
Zapp,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.