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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.