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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.