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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.