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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.