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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.