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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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 Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.