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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.