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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.