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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Index,
Unwound,
Scion,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Nas,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.