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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.