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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Organ,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.