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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.