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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Echospace,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.