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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.