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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.