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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.