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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.