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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.