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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Move,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.