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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.