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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 808 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.