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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
UT,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.