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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Wire,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.