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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.