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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.