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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.