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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.