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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.