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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.