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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.