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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.