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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 The Smiths 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.