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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.