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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.