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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.