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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.