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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.