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 Fiji and from London.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.