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 Cuba and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.