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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
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.