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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.