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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.