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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.