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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.