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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.