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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.