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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.