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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.