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 France and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.