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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
MDC,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.