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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.