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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.