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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.