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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Mummies,
Index,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.