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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.