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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.