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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
MDC,
John Holt,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.