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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.