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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.