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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.