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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.