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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.