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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.