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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.