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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.