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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Moleskins 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.