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 Liberia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Main Source,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.