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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.