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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.