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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.