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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.