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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.