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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.