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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.