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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.