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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Gong,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.