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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.