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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.