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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.