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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.