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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.