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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.