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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.