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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Television,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.