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 Fiji and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.