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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.