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 Denmark 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.