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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.