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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.