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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.