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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Index,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.