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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.