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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.