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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.