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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Popol Vuh 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?
The Count Five,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.