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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.