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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.