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 Nauru and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.