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 China and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.