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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.