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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Slackers 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.