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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.