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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
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.