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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Crime,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.