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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.