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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Shoche,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.