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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.