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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.