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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.