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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.