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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Organ,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Franke,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.