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 China and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.