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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.