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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.