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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.