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 Angola and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Move,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.