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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger 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 grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.