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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.