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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.