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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.