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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.