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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.