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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.