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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.