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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.