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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.