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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.