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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.