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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.