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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Organ,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.