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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Yaz,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.