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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Television,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.