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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.