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 Togo 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.