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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.