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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Wire,
the Association,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.