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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.