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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.