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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.