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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Can,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.