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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Monks,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.