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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.