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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.