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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.