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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.