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 Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Smog,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.