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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.