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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.