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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.