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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.