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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Can,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.