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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.