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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.