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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Mars,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.