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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.