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 France and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.