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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Skarface,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.