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 Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.