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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.