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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Wire,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.