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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Franke,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.