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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.