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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.