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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.