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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
MC5,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.