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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.