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 Suriname 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.