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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Can,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.