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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 John Cale 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Monks,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.