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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.