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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.