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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.