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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.