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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Fear,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.