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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.