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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Gong,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.