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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.