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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Television,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.