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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.