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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.