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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.