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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.