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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.