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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Visage,
Japan,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.