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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
ABC,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.