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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.