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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.