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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.