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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Cymande,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.