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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.