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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.