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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.