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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Mars,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.