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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.