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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.