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 Congo 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.