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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.