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 Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.