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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.