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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.