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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.