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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
X-101,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.