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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.