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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.