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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.