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 Benin 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.