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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.