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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Sonic Youth 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.