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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.