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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.