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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.