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 France and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.