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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.