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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.