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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.