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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.