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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.