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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
X-102,
Wings,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.