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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.