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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.