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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.