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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.