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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.