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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.