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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.