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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.