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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.