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 Italy 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.