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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.