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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.