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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.