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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.