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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.