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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.