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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Scion,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.