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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Cymande,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Television,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.