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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.