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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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