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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.