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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
UT,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.