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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.