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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.