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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.