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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.