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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.