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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.