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 India and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.