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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.