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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Organ,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.