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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Franke,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.