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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.