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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.