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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.