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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.