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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.