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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.