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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.