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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.