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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.