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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Swans,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.