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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.