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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.