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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
JFA,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.