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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Gong,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.