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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Franke,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.