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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.