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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Mummies,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.