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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.