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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
the Germs,
Magma,
X-101,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.