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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.