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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.