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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.