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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Doors,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.