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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
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