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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.