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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.