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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Invisible,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.