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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.