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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pole,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.