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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.