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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.