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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.