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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.