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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.