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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.