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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.