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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
ABC,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.