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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.