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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.