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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
the Normal,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
John Holt,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.