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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.