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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.