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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.