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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.