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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.