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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.