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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.