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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.