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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.