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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Whodini,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.