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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 ABBA 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Wire,
Visage,
June Days,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.