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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Wire,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.