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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.