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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.