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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.