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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.