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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Television,
Oneida,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.