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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.