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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Q65,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.