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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.