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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.