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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.