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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.