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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.