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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.