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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Slave,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.