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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.