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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Wire,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
the Association,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.