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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.