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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Japan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.