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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.