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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Skarface,
Television,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.