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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.