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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.