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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.