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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.