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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.