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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.