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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.