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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Move,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Pole,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.