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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.