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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.