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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.