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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.