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 Mali 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Niagra,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.