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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.