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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.