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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.