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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.