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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Visage,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.