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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.