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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.