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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.