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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.