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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.