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 Albania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.