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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.