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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Scion,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.