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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.