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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.