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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Nico,
AZ,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.