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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.