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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.