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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.