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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.