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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.