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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.