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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.