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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.