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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.