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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.