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 France 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.