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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.