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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.