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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Visage,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.