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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.