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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.