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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.