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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Move,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.