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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.