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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.