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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.