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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.