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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.