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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.