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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.