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 India and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.