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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.