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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.