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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.