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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.