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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Raincoats,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.