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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.