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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
the Association,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.