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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.