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 Togo 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.