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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.