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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.