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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.