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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.