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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.