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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.