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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.