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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Camberwell Now 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.