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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.