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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.