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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 marimba 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.