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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.