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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.