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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.