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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.