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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Q65,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.