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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.