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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.