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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.