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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.