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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.