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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.