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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.