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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.