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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.