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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.