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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
PIL,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.