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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Wire,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.