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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.