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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.