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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Deakin,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.