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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.