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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Pole,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.