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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.