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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.