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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.