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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Fear,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.