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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.