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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.