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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.