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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.