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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.