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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Japan,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.