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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.