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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ohio Players 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.