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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.