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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.