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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.