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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.