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 China and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.