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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Can,
AZ,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.