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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.