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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.